Ephesians IV. 30. "Grieve Not The Holy Spirit, &c."

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And art thou grieved, sweet and sacred Dove,
  When I am sowre,
  And crosse thy love?
Grieved for me? the God of strength and power
  Griev'd for a worm, which when I tread,
  I passe away and leave it dead?

Then weep, mine eyes, the God of love doth grieve:
  Weep, foolish heart,
  And weeping live;
For death is drie as dust.  Yet if ye part,
  End as the night, whose sable hue
  Your sinnes expresse; melt into dew.

When sawcie Mirth shall knock or call at doore,
  Cry out, Get hence,
  Or cry no more.
Almightie God doth grieve, he puts on sense:
  I sinne not to my grief alone,
  But to my God's too; he doth grone.

O take thy lute, and tune it to a strain,
  Which may with thee
  All day complain.
There can no discord but in ceasing be.
  Marbles can weep; and surely strings
  More bowels have, than such hard things.

Lord, I adjudge myself to tears and grief,
  Ev'n endlesse tears
  Without relief.
If a cleare spring for me no time forbears,
  But runnes, although I be not drie;
  I am no Crystall, what shall I?

Yet if I wail not still, since still to wail
  Nature denies;
  And flesh would fail,
If my deserts were masters of mine eyes:
  Lord, pardon, for thy Sonne makes good
  My want of tears with store of bloud.

© George Herbert